I didn't buy these adorable Valiant Walkie-Talkies because I assumed they wouldn't work. Walkie-Talkies never work, no matter how much we wish they would.
I didn't buy this turntable because I have more turntables than I know what to do with.
I didn't buy this stack of laserdiscs because—thankfully—that was one clunky, short-lived media format we never got on board with.
I see a lot of tiny TVs and I always have to suppress the urge to buy them. For one thing, I've got at least one tiny TV tucked away in the guest-room closet right now, possibly more. For another, they never work (see walkie-talkies). But I do romanticize them; as a kid, I had a tiny grey Panasonic in my bedroom. I remember rising before dawn to watch the sham wedding of Charles and Diana on it (even on a screen smaller than your hand that dress was larger than life). I also took my tiny TV to college freshman year, and with the aid of the rabbit ears, was able to tune into Letterman every night. But nostalgia is no justification for purchasing a tiny, probably nonfunctioning TV, is it? No, it's not.
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